These tentacles had inherited the Pirate King's trait of being impossible to harm. Even Theus had no way to cut them off and could only move them somewhere less obstructive.
Besides, Theus felt that these tentacles might prove useful in some other way, so he left them there for now. He could deal with them once he figured out how to use them.
Ken and Jeremiah made their way through the tentacles, their hearts filled with shock as they watched the islanders treat the sight as perfectly ordinary.
At first, the two had thought they were pipes. When they learned they were a monster's tentacles, they were so stunned they could not even close their mouths.
The tentacles stretched endlessly, with no end in sight. Just how enormous was this monster?
Jeremiah even felt a little dizzy. He had always dreamed of terrifying monsters in the deep sea, but after coming to Castel, he felt that this place might be even more horrifying.
The monsters of the deep sea displayed everything terrifying directly before your eyes, but Castel...
It did not seem to have any major problems at first glance, yet whenever it revealed even a tiny glimpse of what lay beneath, thinking too deeply about it made one feel as if they might go mad.
Most terrifying of all was that the people here took it completely for granted.
Those warriors three or four meters tall, that endless giant serpent—these all seemed like perfectly ordinary things. No one was afraid. No one cared.
If Ken had not been beside him, voicing the same astonishment, Jeremiah would have started to wonder whether he was hallucinating.
Where had all these monsters come from? Which ones were actually monsters? Was he the mad one, or was it this island?
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